Chapter 7

Third Person’s POV

“Sir…” Zoila called out to Damian, who was busy chopping ingredients for his restaurant’s ‘future specialty’.

Even though it was only 7 AM, Damian was already at the restaurant, even though it didn’t open until 9 AM. It was already 8:30 AM when Zoila arrived, and it seemed like what she had to say was important, so she mustered the courage to disturb her busy boss. If it wasn’t important, she wouldn’t have had the guts to approach him.

“There’s a client who just called. They said they’ll be coming here by 4 PM. They want to taste our specialties. From pasta to main dishes to pastries. They’re interested in hiring us as their caterer for a big event.”

Damian paused his chopping and looked at Zoila. “Did they mention a name? And aside from that, any special instructions or anything?” he asked.

“Not really. All I know is that it’s a high-profile client. I asked my contact if there were any preferences, like maybe the client knows